Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
the Human League,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.